I don't own a thing, Disney does. Kudos to Noveler00. I stole his psychotic psychic line! As well, ONE WEEK until the start of Recovery people! Mark your calenders!

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The Things Men Do – Chapter 7

April 15th

Dear Kim,

Sorry it's been a couple days, but it has been hectic here. We got back from stopping Duff Killigan, only for me to get brought in on some murder case by GJ. Apparently, they know all about what I can do, and that really bugs me the hell out of me a lot. I mean, it means they've been spying on me, maybe for years, and then they expect me to work for them just like that! If it wasn't for the fact that people would get hurt if I didn't help them, I would have been so gone from there.

Something about that Doctor Director seems to bother me as well, besides the whole spying on me thing. I'm not even sure what it is exactly, it just seems like there is something… unsettling about her. I think she was more concerned about getting me to work for them then she was about the dead agent. I don't know, maybe I'm seeing something that's not there, maybe she just bugs me with the whole way she handled things.

Anyways, this hasn't been the easiest case, and I'm really looking forward to it being over tomorrow!

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"She's got them both. Oh my God, what am I going to do?"

Ron knelt down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "Bonnie, we'll save them, we'll get them back!"

"But how Ron? She's stronger than I am! How are we supposed to stop someone like that?"

Ron turned her so that she was facing him, looking her straight in the eyes. "Bonnie, don't let that psychotic psychic psych you out! We'll find a way to win, we always do! Now, we'll talk to Wade, see if he has anything we can use or some way to track her down again, while you and me get back to predicting where she'll be. Then, we can all go for some snackage at Beuno Nacho, and put this all behind us."

Bonnie smiled faintly as she wiped the tears from her face with her hand. "You know, if you could bottle that Ron-shine, you'd be a millionaire."

Ron just smiled as he helped her up to her feet. "Been there, done that, you've still got the ruby belt buckle. Now, let's get to work!"

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Will sidled alongside the wall of the warehouse, smiling grimly. Finding her had been a piece of cake, and stopping her would be just as easy. Peeking in a nearby window, he ensured the coast was clear, and carefully lifted the window slowly, trying to make as little noise as possible. Carefully, he crept through the window, and landed gently on the other side. He allowed his eyes a moment to adjust, and then began making his way through the warehouse, his eyes scanning for any motion whatsoever.

He had only been searching for a few minutes when he came across a large room, floodlights spotlighting a couple of beds right in the middle. Strapped down on them was Matthews and Flagg, and above them was a series of elaborate instruments, he would call them torture devices, locked in a position that indicated they would be used at any moment. He glanced around again, but could not find the primary target. Setting his sites on Matthews, who was closest to him, he set out quickly across the room.

"You're not BonBon! Did you come to play too?"

Will whirled around, and found himself face to face with his target, Kristine. He lashed out quickly, sweeping his leg out and meeting nothing. He flailed in all directions, hoping to catch her, but his blows met nothing but empty air.

"Oh, poor boy. I'm not playing fair, am I? But you have so many interesting things in your mind that I want to see first!"

Will growled, and increased the speed of his attacks around himself, to no avail. "Stay out of my head!"

"But I just wanted to play a game! And based on this, you like to play games… ohhh… that's why you're not seeing anyone right now, you naughty, naughty boy! Maybe if you play nice with me, I can play nice with you about that one. It looks like fun! And all these nice little secrets you have in your head." The woman appeared before him, and he lashed out again. Kristine just pouted at him. "You have been a bad wittle boy, haven't you. And you call yourself a good guy? I'm sure that little girl in California would disagree, considering what you did to her. But that was under orders, wasn't it. You've always been a good wittle soldier, always following her orders. You don't care how dirty you get!"

"Shut up!"

"You have no morals besides doing the job. I like that about you! But, unfortunately, we have to cut this little game short for now. I promised BonBon that we would play, and I would hate to disappoint her!"

Will felt his limbs get heavy, as sleep tried to overtake him. He shook it off, but not before his body jerked as a few thousand volts coursed through his system. He slumped to the ground unconscious as Kristine stood over his prone form, power cable in one hand as she gingerly chewed the tips of her finger nails on her other hand, a malicious grin lighting her face.

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"Now, since she must have touched this door recently, I should be able to get something from her. That is, if she isn't blocking me again."

Ron nodded. "Based on the note, I'd say she wants you to find her."

Bonnie laid her hand gently on the door and focused. Seeing into the future took her almost no effort, but looking into what had already happened… that was something she hadn't quite mastered yet. She trailed her fingers along the wood, pausing every now and then to see if she could get something.

Kristine knocked on the door, and it took Brick a moment to answer. Bonnie focused on fast forwarding the images, getting past the scene of her taking Brick down as quickly as possible. When she saw her carrying Brick out, Bonnie followed, and saw her heading for Tara's new car.

"Ron, tell Wade to look for Tara's car. She was driving it when she grabbed Brick."

Bonnie willed herself into the car as Kristine got in. She tried fast forwarding again, but found it wouldn't go faster as it had before. Bonnie grimaced, and "sat" back to wait and see where the vision would lead her.

The vision cut out before Bonnie had a chance to see where she was going, and Bonnie cursed loudly. "Damn it! I was so close! She was heading into the warehouse district."

Before Ron had a chance to respond, his Kimmunicator beeped, and he answered it quickly.

"What have you got Wade?"

The screen changed briefly to show a map of the town, a red dot flashing on the screen. "I found Tara's car in the warehouse district, over on Pine Street. I'll see what I can do about scanning the area for heat signatures, try to confirm which building they're in."

Bonnie smiled as she looked over Ron's shoulder. "Thanks Wade. We're heading over there now. Have you got anything that might help us stop her?"

Wade winced. "Nothing that might counteract what she does with her mind, but you might try the knock-out gas. It has a good range, and she wouldn't be able to get close to you that way. I'm afraid that's all I've got right now."

Ron nodded as he pulled it out of his pack, the Kissy Face logo a little worn on the top. "Thanks Wade. Keep us posted!"

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Brick struggled awake slowly, his head pounding greatly. "Wha… what?"

"Don't move!"

Brick opened his eyes, and flinched slightly at seeing the blades in front of his face. He looked over at where the warning had come from and found Tara similarly bound, an elaborate setting of blades and torture implements surrounding her. "What happened?"

Tara struggled briefly, trying to work loose the bindings without getting too close to the blades. "Our psychic psycho decided to bring us in on her little game. I woke up when she took out Agent Du. I haven't seen Bonnie or Ron yet, but it's safe to say that that is just what she is waiting for."

Brick struggled briefly against his own bonds, wincing when he got a little too close to one of the blades. "Any ideas on how we get out of here?"

Tara slumped back, sighing deeply. "I guess we wait for the cavalry."

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Bonnie and Ron stood by Tara's car, waiting patiently as Wade continued working. Finally, with a wide grin on his face, the screen changed, showing the inside of the warehouse to their left, and four heat signatures shown clearly on the map. "I think that's them, but I'm not sure who the fourth signature is. Any chance she's working with someone?"

Bonnie frowned as she looked at the map. "I doubt it. Why would she need to? Maybe she does though. I'll have to be careful."

Ron put a hand on her shoulder. "You mean we, don't you?"

Bonnie shook her head, placing her hand on his. "Ron, if I can read you like a book, just think about how easily she could get to you! You wouldn't stand a chance!"

Ron gave her shoulder a squeeze, his expression unchanging. "I'm not letting you go in there alone!"

Wade piped up at that point. "If you give me a half hour, I can get a Wadebot to your location. It wouldn't be fooled by her mind tricks."

That's a good idea Wade. Get it over here. But I can't wait any longer. This person is crazy, and she might hurt them, if she hasn't already."

"All right, but I'm still coming in, no arguments. Give me a couple minutes to get up to the roof, and then head in. Maybe I can get the drop on her that way."

Bonnie took a moment to think about it, and then her face lit up unexpectantly. "That might just work. Get going, and I'll be right behind down here."

Ron looked at her quizzically, but nodded, and quickly ran over to the side of the building. Bonnie watched as he fired his grappling gun and, almost surprisingly, not losing his pants in the process. Counting off quickly in her head, she waited by the car. Finally, satisfied that enough time had passed, she made her way to the door. She checked the heat signatures on her Kimmunicator, and noticed that Wade had labeled the ones indicating her and Ron. She noticed him moving slowly above one of the main rooms, still a little distance from the main group of them. Noting that none were on the other side of the door, she opened it.

Lights lit the hallway she was in, and noticed the only lights on were following the route she had to take. Bonnie did not like that thought, as it meant Kristine knew just which way she was coming in. But if the woman had wanted to ambush her, she would have done it by now. Bonnie made her way as silently as she could down the hallway, checking the location of the heat signatures every so often. When she reached the doorway to where all the heat signatures were, she paused. Ron appeared to be in the same room, and she decided to risk sending him a message.

"Where are you? I see you in the room with them."

"I'm about twenty feet above them. She's just standing there looking at the door I assume you're going to be coming through. Tara and Brick are strapped to something that looks ready to kill them. Oh, and that fourth heat signature… it's Will!"

"Will? What the hell is he doing here?"

"Not sure, but it looks like he's tied up pretty good. I don't think she's spotted me yet also. She hasn't looked up once, so I think I'm good."

"All right then, I'm going in."

Bonnie opened the door almost casually, and stepped through. She could see her friends bound to the contraptions, and both tried to look at her as best they could when the door opened. Standing in the middle of the room stood Kristine, a sly grin on her face.

"So, you wanted me here, I'm here."

Kristine almost did a little dance, her feet shifting. "Oh goody goody, now we get to play!"

Bonnie tried to remain as casual as she could, as she slowly made her way towards the insane woman. "So, what type of games do you want to play?"

Kristine's hands were shaking as she. "Oh, all the very best ones of course. Like, how many cuts does it take to get to the center of a Tara pop! That one should be such a hoot to play!"

Bonnie's eyes widened, and Tara struggled more to try and get free. "Why are you doing this?"

"Why shouldn't I? Am I not supposed to have fun?"

Bonnie kept her hands by her side as she kept trying to talk to her. "Is this because of your husband? I know he died when Monkey Fist attacked Paris. You know your family is worried about you, they think you're dead."

The maniacal grin on Kristine's face widened. "Oh, can't have the fam worried about little old me. I'll have to go pay them a visit once we have fun here. After all, I've been gone so long, I'm sure they'd be up for a little fun! As for hubby, he didn't like my games. He was the first I played with, but he was already hurt, and didn't enjoy the game as he should have."

Bonnie tried working her way around Kristine slowly, making her way over to Tara and Brick. "You killed your husband?"

"Oh, he was dying anyways. Like I said, he wasn't as much fun. Not like all the rest have been. Feeling they're wirmy squirmy fears and pains, watching them scream and beg… ohhhh… I just want to keep playing over and over and over! And you will be so much fun. I've never felt another person like me's pain before!"

Bonnie just smirked at her, as she felt Ron get into position. "Well bitch, playtime is over!"

Ron leapt silently from his position, his aim true as he dropped towards her. Half way down though, his eyes closed, and Kristine stepped out of the way as Ron fell unconscious to the ground, his body landing in a heap.

"Oh please, I saw Ronnie-poo coming a mile away! His mind was completely open to me. He wasn't even fun!" She turned back to look at Bonnie, and was surprised to see her eyes closed, her face set in concentration. "What are you doing?"

"It's a little trick I picked up a little while ago, and since you've never met another psychic, I'm betting it's one you haven't seen before. I will have to apologize to Ron though, I kinda figured something like that would happen, but he did provide the distraction I needed. You see, when you turned your attentions to him, even for that split second, it allowed me a chance to get past your mental defenses. I'm inside your mind now, and we're going to play my own game!"

"Game on bitch!"

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Author's Notes – It's time to rumble, psychic style!